I started killing brain cells as soon as I parked the car. I felt like a poser because I fell asleep for about ten minutes when the band slowed it down. After the show, we get in the car and follow the seemingly endless line of cars headed for the few exits and the highway. This was a midsummer show, so it was warm. I'm sick of waiting. I was sweatin and just getting hot and tired. Sandra was already sleeping, so I started stripping right in the car. I thought fuck it, might as well get comfy. 

Turned up the AC and leaned the seat back, got a little too comfy. I fell asleep and woke up to this sharp tapping right by my ear. I'm dazed. I see the line of cars way up ahead, much smaller now, and I'm not even a part of it. I look to see what the tapping is, and all I can make out is a horse and a stick. I roll down the window and it's a cop on a horse. I'm sleeping naked in a running car, only and get woken up by a cop. 

Before I could think of anything to say, I think he just said something to the effect of, "move it along buddy." I was more than happy to move my naked ass along - right to the highway and the first gas station, where I parked the car, folded the back seats down, got in the trunk, and slept right there.

- Jacob Over

Editor's Note: Falling asleep at the wheel is not a good thing... definitely scares the shit out of me.